Jaime Rebelo ---- He was born December 22, 1900, in SetÃbal the anarcho-syndicalist and
anti-fascist resistance. Fisherman and maritime profession, still young joined the General
Confederation of Labour (CGT), which was a major contributor in SetÃbal. ---- He lived
most of his life in Cacilhas. ---- As anarcho-syndicalist militant was one of the
animators, with Francisco Rodriguez Franco, the Class Association of Workers of the Sea of
ââSetÃbal, better known as "Fisherman's House", which was closed following the coup of 28
May 1926, which could save important documents. ---- In 1931, as a result of the "Strike
of the 92 days," was arrested and tortured by the PIDE. During interrogation, he cut his
tongue with his own teeth to keep talking and to report the companions. --- Knowing this,
the writer Jaime devotes one of his most beautiful poems (see box) - The Human Romance
Mouth Closed. This poem circulated clandestinely throughout the Salazar dictatorship in
1937 and was published in the Communist newspaper "Forward", which sought, then, enforce a
policy of Popular Front.

Once in freedom and a victim of persecution
constant emigrated to Spain. There
he joined the anarcho-syndicalist CNT and during
the Spanish Revolution was part of the militia
confederal and commanded a unit that
fought on the southern front. With the triumph
Fascist Spain, went to France, returning
then to Portugal where he continued to
fight against the dictatorship of the Estado Novo, winning
life after 1968 as a statutory
newspaper "The Republic", next to also
anarchist Francisco Quintal.

After the April 25 chaired the first
General Assembly restored "House of
Fishermen "and participated in the formation of
Cooperative Publisher of "The Battle", former
Daily Newspaper of the CGT. Active member of
Portuguese Libertarian Movement (MLP)
participated in the creation of the newspaper "The Voice
Anarchist ", published by the Centre for Culture
Libertarian Almada. Jaime Rebelo died at 7
January 1975. The historian of Caesar
Oliveira gave him a study "Jaime
Rebelo: a man beyond time "
published in March 1995 in the journal
History. In the neighborhood of Saint Julian in SetÃbal
There is an avenue named after him.

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Men who met Adriano Botelho, Modesto and Artur Rebelo Jaime

Immediately after the April 25 I had the privilege of
meet and mingle with some anarchist militants
and anarcho-syndicalists, survivors still
the former General Confederation of Labor or
of the Young Unionists. Most walked
now in his 70s, had spent many
by Tarrafal, others were years and years in
underground.

Today remember old strain of three anarchists.
Each one is unique and any of them
worth much more than any commission
centerpiece of any party or grupozito.
Adriano Botelho, when met, would already 80
years. In a poignant tenderness in years
Fascism, isolated from peers, copied
a small print texts and anarchists would them
spreading by buses and trams by the
Carris in Lisbon. It was his way, with
means had to advertise. Edited,
I believe that already in 1975, a small pamphlet with
essence of their ideas.

Artur Modesto, was an old cobbler Beja,
activist of the Young Unionists. For I have
Lisbon also arrived that year, 1974,
coming from Beja, connected us special ties
friendship. Arthur was a revolutionary in Modesto
seriously - but the pacifism of a whole race.

Humanist, self-taught, he became secretary
AntÃnio SÃrgio particular, and with it, shared
a special affection for the cooperative.
He told me that was the Awakening of Beja, in his
early comprising young anarcho-syndicalists
which adopted the name of the newspaper
of the Young Unionists - The Awakening - for
abbreviation of the club.

To leave last Jaime Rebelo. A man
dry and stiff. When I met him in 1974 still
had speech problems. Was in the struggles of
fishermen of Setubal, after the Revolution
Spanish, integrating the ranks of the CNT. Arrested
in the 30s by the political police, had cut off
language, refusing to answer questions
it placed. Jaime knew the
history and wrote a poem in his honor,
which circulated clandestinely, hand in hand,
and it was eventually published years later in
Onward: The Romance of Human Mouth Closed.

People who today was missing around here, this
harrowing desert of ideas and arrogance of
attitudes, which is the Portuguese society.

- Who is this dark man
Hard face, clear eyes,
What clenches her teeth and mouth
Because who does not want to talk?
- This is the Jaime Rebelo,
Fisherman, seaman,
If I wanted to open my mouth,
He had much to tell.

Now you will hear, comrades,
A history of daze.

Already spent a year and a day
And another came to pass,
And Rebelo not tired
From war to give Salazar.
By day had the high seas
At night, wild struggle,
For only loves Liberty
Who gives war on tyranny.
Already spent a year and a day ...
But one day, for treason,
Fell into the hands of thugs
And was taken to prison.

Steel handcuffs on his wrists,
Go to insults to enter,
Word Association,
They began to talk
- As you know, is a well
Be the evil, thou shalt tell it,
- I am not a traitor nor perjurer;
I am a man of faith: do not talk!
- Speech: either you will exile,
Or death by the sword.
- It is better to die with honor,
Deshonrada than life!
- See if you speak or not,
When put into torture.
- What care hard torments,
When the will is harder?!

Moaning the weight attached to the foal
He had the body to bleed,
Members had twisted
And the torments tightening,
So Jaime Rebelo,
Mad with pain, gasping,
He joined the last forces
To not have to talk.
- Before mute speak! -
He began to scream hoarsely,
And, Teal, a toothed
He cut his tongue in her mouth.

The vile mob of thugs
He was in front, haunted,
Have not come out of the mouth
More than bloody foam!

Salazar, carest the People
Te support when shut?
Nobody condemns you more
What that mouth speechless!

Phantom of the pain,
Even today it costs to see it;
The anguish of those hours
Not leaves Jaime Rebelo.
Fisherman who became man
Sea wind free,
He always brings that vision
In the shadow of the tough look,
Always mouth tight
Because who does not want to talk.